Marcy stifled a laugh as the memory of her neighbor’s words crashed into her head.
“They still live there! They can hear your thoughts! Run or they will linger in your head!” Trembling aged lips and crinkled lines around the old eyes.
Humming as she washed the plates, Marcy took note of the steak she would grab tomorrow for her dinner with Leo. She bit her lower lip to repress the abrupt smile stretching. She wondered if he would go for a bottle of red wine or champagne.
“Champagne, for sure!” Followed by high-pitched chuckles.
Marcy stiffened; holding her breath.
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